Aug 20, 2024
Feyre: Where are the boys?
Mor: Oh, you didn't know?
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Feyre: Where are the boys?
Mor: Oh, you didn't know?
Nyx: Why is it called a painting?
Nyx: It's done. It should be called a painted.
Rhysand: *sobbing* Nyx, please, it's 4AM... go to sleep.
Cassian: He's right though
Rhysand: STAY OUT OF OUR ROOM!
“The Fever in the Tent ”
((Azriel/ reader) Cassian x Eris )
You were supposed to be resting after getting fever-sick mid-mission. Instead, you’re tucked into an Illyrian tent with Azriel, Cassian, and Eris—three males, one cot, and absolutely zero personal space.
Eris is delighted. Cassian may never recover. And Azriel? He’s two seconds away from murdering them both and wrapping you in his wings forever.
This is very chaotic, I have no energy to edit again, sorry it's just crack ENJOY
Masterlist
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The Illyrian mountains were merciless that night: wind screaming, frost creeping across the canvas, snow hitting in sheets.
Which meant the four of you—Azriel, Cassian, Eris, and you—were forced to share one of the High Lord’s massive field tents.
A single fire. Four bedrolls.
Way too much male energy.
And you—
Feverish.
Delirious.
Sweating despite the cold, breathing unevenly against Azriel’s thigh.
Madja’s syrup sloshed inside the little glass now tucked in Azriel’s pack.
“Paradoxical effects,” she’d warned.
“She may become uninhibited.”
“Do not leave her unattended.”
Azriel had nodded calmly.
⸻
You blinked awake slowly, eyes glassy, hair sticking to your temples.
Cassian perked up immediately from his seat by the fire.
“Oh good,” he muttered. “She lives.”
Eris lounged on a pile of furs like a bored deity staring down at amusing mortals.
“You look overheated,” he observed.
“I’m full of feelings,” you said gravely.
Azriel sighed softly. “She’s delirious.”
“I’m delirious for all of you,” you clarified.
Cassian choked.
Eris sat up straighter.
Azriel froze.
You pointed lazily at Cassian.
“You’re strong. You could pick me up with one arm.”
Cassian blinked. “Thank you?”
You pointed at Eris.
“And you’re pretty. Like… offensively pretty.”
Eris smirked. “I accept this.”
Then you turned to Azriel.
Slow.
Focused.
“And you,” you whispered, reaching toward him, “are for kissing.”
Azriel caught your hand mid-air, thumb stroking your fever-warm knuckles.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “you’re overheated. Try to rest.”
“No,” you said. “I want all three of you to stay.”
Cassian dropped a log on his own foot.
Eris made a thoughtful sound.
Azriel went very still.
You pushed up onto your elbows, eyes soft and unfocused.
“You can all share my bed. There’s room if we—”
Azriel slapped his palm across your mouth so fast Cassian yelped.
Eris’s smile turned wicked.
“Oh, this just got interesting.”
Azriel glared at him. “Don’t.”
Cassian wheezed, “Az… she’s—she’s trying to start a foursome—”
You licked Azriel’s hand.
Azriel jerked, losing all composure, letting out a startled laugh—sharp and involuntary.
Cassian’s jaw dropped.
Eris’s brows hit his hairline.
Azriel looked horrified at himself.
You blinked. “You laugh funny.”
“I—” Azriel rubbed his face, ears reddening. “That was— you surprised me.”
Eris purred, “Ticklish, Shadowsinger?”
Azriel sent a shadow to tug sharply at Eris’s bootlace.
You grinned foolishly.
“You have a cute laugh.”
Azriel’s lips twitched—an actual, reluctant smile—but he shook his head.
“You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking about you clearly,” you insisted. “And about them. And about the bed—”
Azriel’s hand clamped back over your mouth.
Cassian snorted. “Buddy, that’s not helping.”
Eris leaned back, amused beyond measure.
“Perhaps let her finish.”
Azriel’s jaw flexed. “No. Absolutely not.”
You tried to keep talking under his palm.
“—want—Eris—and—Cassian—and—Az—”
“Cauldron save me,” Azriel muttered.
⸻
Your fever-flushed gaze drifted to Eris again, too soft, too warm.
“Eris,” you said from behind Azriel’s hand, voice muffled but determined, “you can come into the bed right now if you want—”
Azriel launched across you, pinning you back gently but firmly, shadows flaring so sharply Cassian ducked.
“You’re done, both of you leave now,” Azriel said.
Eris put a hand to his chest, delighted.
“Oh, she’s bold.”
Cassian whistled low. “Az, she literally invited him to bed with you. That’s—”
“She didn’t mean it,” Azriel snapped.
Then, more quietly:
“She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
You tugged at Azriel’s wrist with both hands and mumbled, “Yes I do.”
Azriel didn’t move his palm.
“You do not.”
You licked him again.
Azriel laughed again, shoulders shaking, breath catching.
“Stop—stop—” he choked out, trying to sound stern but failing terribly.
Cassian: “AZRIEL LAUGHS WHEN YOU LICK HIM. I’M NEVER LETTING THIS GO.”
Eris: “Fascinating. I didn’t know the shadowsinger had weak points.”
Azriel: “Both of you get out.”
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Cassian lifted his hands. “Look, I didn’t ask to be invited to this imaginary org—”
Azriel’s shadows snapped around his ankles.
Cassian yelped and stumbled toward the tent flap.
Eris rose gracefully, brushing off his coat.
“I see when I’m no longer welcome.”
“You were never welcome,” Azriel said.
Eris smirked.
“You say that, and yet your female invited me into your bed—”
Azriel’s shadows surged like a silent storm.
Eris actually backed up this time.
“Yes, yes,” he said lightly. “The fever speaks. I know.”
Cassian pushed past him.
“Az, you’ve got your hands full. And apparently your mouth too.”
Azriel threw a pillow at his head.
Cassian and Eris slipped out into the cold, muttering and laughing.
Azriel dropped the tent flap behind them, sealing out the wind.
⸻
The tent went quiet.
The fire crackled.
You stared up at Azriel, dizzy and overheated and drunk on fever.
He brushed your hair back again, thumb stroking your cheek gently.
His voice softened to its most intimate register.
“Sweetheart.”
You blinked up at him. “Yes?”
“You’re not sharing me,” he murmured.
“Not with them. Not with anyone.”
Your heart fluttered—slow, heavy, fever-lazy.
“I only want you,” you whispered.
He exhaled shakily, relief hitting him like a blow.
“Good,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against yours, “because I was two seconds away from dragging you out of this tent and carrying you down the mountain.”
You smiled weakly.
“I like it when you laugh.”
He did laugh then—quiet, warm, desperate—and pressed a soft kiss to your fever-warm temple.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m right here. No one else.”
You curled against him, his wings and shadows forming a protective barrier around you.
The fever fought you, but eventually…
You drifted.
And Azriel stayed awake the entire night—
holding you,
watching you,
protecting you,
still smiling faintly at the memory of you licking his hand.
⸻
Part II (The Morning After)”
Your fever broke sometime before dawn.
The delirium left first.
The heat next.
Then the memories.
And when you woke—
—blinking against the dim grey light filtering through the tent canvas—
—the first thing you saw was Azriel.
Sitting beside you.
Boots off.
Hair mussed.
Shadows loosely curled around you both like sleepy pets.
And he was looking at you with the softest, most devastating smile.
You groaned. “Oh no.”
He chuckled under his breath.
“Good morning.”
You covered your face with both hands. “Please tell me I didn’t say anything humiliating.”
Azriel paused.
Which was an answer.
You peeked through your fingers. “How bad was it?”He brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You told Cassian he was ‘big enough to carry you to bed.’”
You died a little.
“And Eris was ‘shiny.’”
You died more.
“And that you wanted all three of us at once.”
You STOPPED BREATHING.
Azriel’s lips twitched.
“I removed them before you added more names.”
“Oh gods,” you whispered into your hands. “Please kill me.”
Azriel laughed—quiet, warm, low in his chest.
“No.”
“Then let me die.”
“Never,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I like you alive.”
You peered at him, face burning hot for a very different reason this time.
“You’re… laughing.”
He shrugged lightly.
“You were delirious. And adorable. And surprisingly dangerous.”
You blinked.
“Dangerous?”
“You licked my hand.”
You groaned. “Did not.”
Azriel tilted his head, smiling dangerously slow.
“You did.”
You collapsed back onto the bedroll and dragged a blanket over your face.
“THIS IS A NIGHTMARE.”
Azriel pulled the blanket down just enough to kiss your nose.
“It was cute.”
“It was not cute,” you hissed.
“It was adorable,” he insisted.
“Azriel, I told ERIS he could get in bed with us.”
Azriel went still, eyes sharpening.
“Yes. You did.”
You swallowed. “Are you mad?”
His expression softened instantly.
“I’m not angry,” he said quietly. “You were sick. Out of your mind. I know you didn’t mean any of it.”
You whispered, “I meant the part about you.”
Azriel’s shadows stirred like a content sigh.
He smoothed a hand along your jaw, voice low:
“I know.”
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ENTER CASSIAN (CHAOS)
Cassian barged into the tent without warning.
“GOOD MORNING LOVEBIR—”
Azriel shot him a single look.
Cassian smacked into the tent pole and froze.
“Okay. Adjusting tone. New attempt: good morning.”
You groaned.
Cassian grinned like a hyena.
“So,” he said, leaning against the pole, “you remember inviting the three of us to bed last night?”
Azriel: “Cassian.”
Cassian held up both hands.
“Just checking her memory! Educational purposes!”
You wheezed. “Cass, I swear to the Mother—”
“Oh no, it’s fine,” he said smugly. “Totally normal to try to collect three males at once.”
Azriel’s shadows lifted off the floor.
Cassian held up both hands again. “I’m leaving! I’m leaving!”
But not before whispering:
“You should’ve seen Azriel’s face. He looked like someone tried to steal his mate—”
Azriel threw a boot at him.
Cassian fled, cackling.
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ENTER ERIS (WORSE CHAOS)
Ten seconds later, Eris strolled into the tent with two steaming cups of tea, perfectly composed as always.
“For the invalid,” he said, offering one to you.
“And for the mate who survived.”
Azriel did not look amused.
You buried yourself further under the blankets.
“Please don’t talk to me.”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Eris said smoothly. “You were delightful.”
“No.”
“You were poetic.”
“NO.”
“You told me I’m ‘shiny and mean.’”
Azriel growled softly.
Eris smirked.
“And invited me to share a bed with your mate.”
Azriel’s shadows rose like a dark crown behind him.
Eris took a polite step back.
“Relax, Shadowsinger. I declined.”
Azriel said nothing.
But he didn’t have to.
Eris lifted his drink.
“In case you’re curious—I’m flattered.”
You buried your face in your hands again.
“Please gods let me die.”
Eris patted your shoulder delicately.
“If you ever change your mind—”
Azriel surged to his feet.
Eris left instantly.
⸻
JUST YOU & AZRIEL AGAIN
Azriel sat back down beside you, expression soft again—only soft for you.
“I’m never drinking medicine again,” you muttered.
He laughed quietly, threading his fingers through yours.
“I like you any way you are.”
You peeked at him. “Even delirious?”
He brushed his thumb across your knuckles, slow and warm.
“Especially delirious,” he murmured.
“You say things you’re too shy to say when you’re awake.”
Your breath caught.
“What things?” you whispered.
Azriel leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.
“That you want me,” he breathed.
“That you love me.
“That you choose me.”
Your heart thudded.
“And I do,” you whispered.
Azriel smiled—quiet, real, private.
His hand cupped your cheek.
“I know,” he murmured. “And I love you too.”
You exhaled shakily.
“Promise Cassian and Eris won’t ever speak of this again?”
Azriel smirked, shadows curling.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Outside the tent:
Cassian: “YOU CAN’T SILENCE ME—”
Eris: “We’re absolutely speaking of it—”
Cassian: “—FOREVER—”
Azriel sighed.
“You rest,” he murmured. “I’m going to commit two small murders.”
You grabbed his wrist.
“No murders.”
“…Fine.”
You smiled.
He kissed your forehead.
You fell asleep again with his shadows curled protectively around you.
And somewhere outside, Cassian whispered:
“I’m telling Mor EVERYTHING.”
And Eris replied:
“I’m composing a poem.”
Azriel groaned into his hands.
Acotar AU: They have phones (that's literally the only thing that's changed)
Alternate title: ACOTAR texts
I always see things like this for other fandoms, so I wanted to try my hand. This is supposed to take place after the infamous first family dinner when the older Archeron sisters first met the Batboys. In this story, Cass is the one texting. If it's inaccurate or ooc, I'll suck your toes. Obviously, implied Elriel because I'm me. PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR WHAT TO DO!!
Look guys! I found the inside of Rhysand's brain!
I just know dude is HIGH KEY obsessed with Feyre being the love of his life and his little family of three.
Tamlin: How can you claim to love Feyre when you STOLE HER AWAY from the wedding against her will?!?
Rhysand: 1. Don’t talk about Feyre like she is an object.
Rhysand: 2. She wanted to leave. She asked for help to leave.
Rhysand: 3. Don’t think that it didn’t hurt me to interrupt the wedding.
Tamlin: *huffs* You being upset doesn’t count as being hurt.
Rhysand: You misunderstand, I meant physical pain.
Tamlin:
Rhysand:
Tamlin: ?
Rhysand: She threw a shoe at my head.
Iconic how a human girl named Feyre saved all the fae of the world
Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts.
Azriel x Reader
Prompt: Rita has a new supply of Moonshine and gives a jar to the IC. This creates a blacked out drunk Azriel.
Warnings: alcohol use, flirting, suggestive, mentions of sex, drunken behavior. Let me know if I left anything out.
Note: Literally sitting in bed when I had this idea. This is just for fun and I hope you enjoy!
Music playing in the halls of Rita’s surrounds the Inner Circle as well as laughter. Shot glasses banging against their table, squeals of joy from seeing the glasses of those pretty cocktails that Feyre and Mor like so much, and the beautiful smile that graces my mates face. Tonight is for fun and bonding.
Azriel has been on a month long mission just returning to me a few days ago where we cooped up in our cozy home, enjoying the song of our mating bond before returning to society. When he’s gone, there’s a hole in my chest. Color, music, art becomes void. Life is not as exciting without him by my side. Even after decades of being married and mated the bond is still alive and thriving as if it was still the night he took a bite out of that meal I made him to accept him as my mate.
I’m an accomplished fae. I’ve strategized wars, wrote countless books on the plant life of Prythian that has helped healers cultivate new medicines, and have helped the Inner Circle for almost two centuries now. When he’s away, I keep myself occupied and have my job to thank for that but that aching feeling doesn’t go away.
That’s the strength of a mating bond, it brings males to their knees. It brought Azriel to his. Our souls submitting to one another and refusing to settle for anything less than each other.
“What’s so interesting, love?” Azriel teases as I can’t my eyes off him. Those hazel eyes trail over me, even in the haze of faelights it feels like he can see every inch of me. He bites his lip as if he’s recalling just a few hours ago when he was biting the meat of my thighs. I know I am. Heat rises in my cheeks as he laughs and leans down to the leg of my chair and pulls me closer to him. The bond between thrums with satisfaction that our beings are even closer now. His hand finds the back of my neck and he caresses.
“You, my heart. I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you.” I tease him back.
The shots making my mind looser and my flirty tendencies arise. I’m a horny drunk when it comes to this male. Who wouldn’t?
Azriel raises his brows and smirks. He leans down to press a sweet kiss then pulls back.
“You are lovely in this dress. I can’t wait to rip it off you tonight.” He says as he presses sweet kisses along my cheek and jaw.
“Azriel you better not! It’s embarrassing having to keep going to the tailor because you have no self control.”
“Self control? We’ll see how much self control I have later, you’ll begging for me I promise you that.” He laughs.
Suddenly a heavy presence can be felt behind us. I don’t even have to turn to know it’s Cassian.
He slaps the back of Azriel’s chair and loudly yells, “Stop the heavy petting and come to the bar, Rita just got a new drink called ‘Moonshine’ it’s apparently a lot stronger than any wine or whiskey.”
Cassian doesn’t wait for an answer and picks me up while yelling over his shoulder, “If you want her, Az you gotta come get her!” We leave a trail of giggles as my grumpy mate follows.
Azriel trusts his brother and knows Cassian just missed him and wants to have fun. It’s why he doesn’t cut off his hands for touching my body.
Cassian drops me on a bar stool and leans over to drop a sloppy kiss to Nesta’s cheek as she bats him. From the corner of my eye though I can see her pulling him back to her to give him a proper kiss. I’m happy for my friends as they had a very tumultuous start to their mate ship. As I’m trying not to be nosy in my friends business Azriel comes to stand behind me, strategically blocking me from any other males or females view. Azriel is selfish when it comes to me. I can’t blame him, he’s waited centuries for me. And I him.
Rita walks up to us with a jar of clear liquid. It looks innocent, like water, but knowing her that liquid will make you regret ever being born. But that’s the appeal to Rita. She knows how to have fun and has quality supply.
“Alright ladies and gentlebats this is Moonshine. It’s technically whiskey but its process makes the alcohol stronger and you drunker quicker. I will give you a shot, on the house, if you like it I’ll sell a jar to you. This stuff is no joke and illegal in some courts. More recently our High Lord and Lady gave me the okay to produce it.” Rita winks to Feyre and Rhys.
We all look over them and Rhys shrugs, “Feyre wanted to try it, I couldn’t say no.”
We all laugh at the lack of ability our friend has to say no to his wife. I see Feyre eye the glass with excitement.
“Feyre you do the honors of first shot!” I yell out as she takes the glass and downs it in one gulp.
She freezes and we wait on bated breath. Her eye twitches and she gives a full body shiver. We break in laughter at her funny reaction as she immediately takes her fruity cocktail from Rhys, who was mid sip, and takes a few gulps.
Feyre’s face twist in disgust as she tells us, “That’ll definitely get you fucked up, I feel like I’ve grown chest hair.”
Laughter fills our area again. Rhys presses a kiss against Feyre’s head as he reaches for his own shot glass. Each of us besides Amren and Varian, who are currently in Summer, reach for our own. I clank my shot glass against Azriel’s and down my shot. I immediately regret this decision as pure alcohol burns my throat. It’s worse than the tonics Madja gives us. At least we get some what rewarded for that. I put my glass down and look over at my mate. His free hand softly rubbing my upper back, he downs the shot and smack his lips.
“It’s definitely strong but I don’t mind it.” Azriel says to the group.
I pout at him and say, “Of course it doesn’t bother you, Shadowsinger.” He rolls his eyes and moves his hand from the back of my neck to the front. Slowly moving my head back so far I have no choice but to look at him and only him.
“It’s Shadowsinger now is it?” He smirks down at me. Before I can reply peanuts that Rita supplies generously across her bar are being pelted at us. Azriel loosens his hold on me as we both turn to our family.
“You two are like bunnies, I feel like I need to spray you two with a bottle of water.” Nesta says.
I gasp and laugh out, “Like you have any room to talk! The House of Wind is contaminated with you and Cassian’s fluids.” All I get is more peanuts being thrown at me. The two of us dissolve into giggles as I throw them back at her. Cassian and Azriel having to take it away.
Cassian then turns his attention to Rita watching us in amusement.
“We’ll take a jar please, you always know how to make me feel good.” He winks at her. Rita rolls her eyes and passes him the jar.
“I’m charging you extra for that little stunt.” She says back to him.
“Oh c’mon that was a compliment! You’ve got the best stuff in the city.” He argues as Nesta shushes him. Nesta opted out of drinking, instead preferring to smoke mirthroot.
We all go back to our designated booth empty shit glasses in tow. We decide to play truth or drink. Azriel being the secretive person he is rather take the shot then tell the truth. I have a feeling he just wants to indulge the rare drink. I don’t blame him, he works hard for his court and he’s allowed to drop his inhibitions. Ever since we’ve gotten together I’ve taught him about self care and allowing one self to enjoy the moment. The centuries of training and spy work are still instilled in him, something even I can’t take away. But with the love of his mate and family he’s allowed himself to be happy.
I didn’t like the moonshine so I stuck to my cocktails then water, as I had a feeling someone needed to be more sober than the others. Azriel takes his eighth shot when he freezes. I still, looking around to see if anything was amiss. When I look back at him I see him smiling.
“You are a rare jewel.” He says so casually. Looking at me like I’m the only person in the world. He reaches over to brush my hair out of my eyes when instead he pokes me. This clumsy move tells me, he’s drunk. He giggles as I jump back slightly from a literal finger poking my eye.
“I’m so sorry love. Wow your skin is so soft.” Azriel starts touching my face in fascination. He then pulls me into his strong embrace. The awkward is angle but he just sighs constantly. Happy to be holding me. He starts petting my hair as if I’m a cute kitten.
The confused yet amused looks across the table have me pulling back from my mates embrace when he loudly says, “Noooooo, don’t leave me. I was so comfortable.”
I can hear and see Rhys and Cass laughing and clutching each other. Azriel RARELY gets drunk. I feel bad, maybe I should’ve limited how much he could drink since it’s not his usual stuff. Azriel has a fairly high tolerance for his usual whiskey or beer. Eight shots of his regular choice of drink would be nothing but him drinking moonshine has him reacting differently. I feel a little guilty but Azriel has carried me home and taken care of me plenty of times. Tonight I promise myself to return the favor.
“I know my heart, but I need a glass of water and so do you. I’ll be right back, I promise.” I caress his face and he looks at me with so much love I almost don’t want to go even if it’s a few minutes.
“Okay, hurry back. Take a shadow.” He says with a pout. A shadow always sticks with me regardless of his command or not. I shove my love down our bond for his thoughtfulness. Azriel gives me a goofy grin and pushes his love down to me.
“I need a drink, c’mon. Lover boy will be just fine.” Feyre says as she drags me away from my mate.
His eyes trailing after me until Cass and Rhys grab his shoulders to get his attention. Knowing my mate is in safe hands has me turning to Feyre. We talk a little about her art studio and Nyx. She confesses to having a bit of Mom guilt when she goes out. The alcohol making her a bit weepy from missing her son. I distract her by dragging her to the dance floor, after checking to make sure Azriel was still with the boys and has a glass of water.
After a few songs Mor and Nesta join us. I still keep an eye on my mate, making sure he’s okay and having fun. The next time I turn my eyes to him he’s gone. Panic fills my chest as I look around the bar for him. When I look up to the second floor I see him and his brother attempting to climb the rail. At that moment I decide it’s time to go home. I grab the girls and haul their asses the second floor before any of our mates cracks their skull open. The boys had way more moonshine than we did.
We successfully get them away from the railing, I grab Azriel’s face and he gently shoves me off of him. I frown at him, water lining my eyes at his rejection towards me. I go to ask him what’s wrong but before I do he tells me, “I am a mated male! You can not touch me.”
He sways a little grabbing onto Rhys for support. Rhys is already getting yelled at by his High Lady but she stops to turn to Azriel in amusement.
“What did he just say?” Feyre says to me. I stay silent for a moment realizing the situation. I slightly smile at my mates loyalty even though it is me who is touching him. I tell Feyre to grab Rhys and I can handle Azriel.
“Azriel, my heart. It’s me, I’m your mate.” I tell him gently helping him find his balance.
“I don’t want to go home with you. I want my mate. She will take care of me. I don’t need you.” As he’s still struggling to walk. I ignore him and help him down the stairs all the while he’s protesting insisting he has a wife and mate waiting for him at home. I roll my eyes fondly. Knowing it’s going to a rough walk home. He insists that I only touch his arm.
“I am a gentleman and my wife would be mad I let you walk home alone but I am not sharing a bed with you. She is only one I share my bed with. I love her.” He says to me, total seriousness.
I take a look at him noting his shirt is wrinkled from Cassian constantly grabbing onto him, his hair is wild, and his walk is staggered. I make a mental note to never let him drink Moonshine again. He trips slightly making me grab onto his back and front. He looks at me weirdly and takes my hands off his body.
“I don’t know youuuu. My body is reserved for my wife, I am fine with walking on my own.” His words are sloppy and he trips again. Laughing at him I ignore his protests and guide him to our shared home. The walk is a struggle as he keeps tripping yet insisting I keep my hands off him. I shove my love down the bond hoping he’ll recognize me that way. I feel more assured that even if I wasn’t with him and he was drunk he’d always come home to me. I hear him sigh with content and he lazily slaps his chest.
“This here, in my heart, she’s calling to me. I need to go home to her. I can feel her. I want to go home.” He pouts.
“Okay big guy, I’m gonna get you home to her. I’m sure she misses you.” I say, playing along. If I play along I’m hoping it’ll make him more amiable.
“She does! I can feel her even when I’m miles and miles away. I miss her too. Sometimes when I’m in the same room as her, I miss her. I just want her all to my self.” He confesses, I notice he’s started to slowly relax letting me guide him home. The thought of seeing me being his motivator. My heart is fluttering seeing him like this. Azriel is usually so smooth and calculated. His words to me sound like poetry, like a crafted song made just for me to hear. Now he’s confessing his love to, how he perceives, a stranger. Apart of me knows that he must know it’s me. Even if it’s deep down. But I can’t help but feel so special to him.
I finally spot our home, the sight of our porch makes me let an out a sound of relief.
Azriel looks to what I see and goes, “How do you know where I live? I don’t remember telling you. I wouldn’t have told you! I told you that I don’t want to go home with you.” He pushes himself away from me stumbling to our small gate. He struggled to unlock and me being exhausted from helping a 6’5 Illryian male slap his hands away and move to open it. He rubs his hand where I slapped and looks at me with a pout.
“Oh you’re okay! Stop being a baby and come inside please.” I tell him, laughing lightly at him. He moves to walk past me but turns before I can even take a step on the porch.
“This is as far as you can go. My wife will not be disrespected by having another female in our home.” He says with a serious face. The message isn’t as threatening since he’s still swaying and eyes glossed over. I smile at him and make a move to walk around him but he pushes his arms out, clumsily I might add, and repeats what he just said. I hold my arms up in surrender to this ridiculous statement.
“Azriel, my heart. I am your wife, you are mated to me. And I want to be in our bed and snuggle. Don’t you?” I ask giving him my best puppy dog eye. I don’t even know if it’ll work if the liquor made him forget who I was entirely. He goes to reply when he bends over to his side and pukes. I rush to his side and rub his back. He stand up again and leans against a pillar on our porch. His face smushed against it I can faintly hear.
“I want my mate…I’m not going home with you.” I roll eyes, trying not to get upset with him because it isn’t his fault and I know I’m not a doll to be around when I’m drunk. I walk towards our door, it unlocks automatically due to the ward Azriel insisted on placing. I try to gently push him inside. His wings knocking over a vase I was gifted from a past High Lord of Summer, I grimace as the antique lays broken on the floor. He looks around for what made the loud sound and he gasps loudly as if I was the one broken on the floor.
“My wife is going to kill me! Fuck, fuck, shit. Oh my gods I need to go to summer now! I need to go before she notices it’s broken.” He says making a move for the door. I immediately put a stop to that and drag him to our bedroom. I think he’s exhausted himself and flops down on the bed. Not making any moves. I start unlacing his boot and once I’ve got them off I go for his pants.
He slaps my hands away and goes, “I can undress myself. You have no right to touch me there! Go home before my wife finds you, she’ll kill you. My mate is verrrry possessive of me. She won’t like youuuu.” He sings at me.
He starts giggling and taking off his pants and shirt while moving to grab my pillow and holds onto it like it’s the answer of all his prayers.
“I miss her so much. I’m in bed but she isn’t here. It smells like her, I never want to smell anything again. Only her.” I make a face at him, I didn’t see how that makes sense but he’s drunk so I don’t question it. I make sure he has a glass of water and is tucked into bed before I make my move to join him. As soon as I start to move the cover he jolts back up, still clutching my pillow.
“Thank you for taking me home but I insist you take the couch. I will never share a bed with another female. I will not have our marriage bed tainted by a stranger.” He says eyeing me like I’m the King of Hybern resurrected.
“Enough, sweetheart. Tonight has been really funny and sweet but I want to sleep. Don’t you want to cuddle?” I say, I glance at the clock noting the late hour. He doesn’t make a move and stays silent. Giving me the answer I needed.
“As I stated you can take the couch as thank you but you have to leave before my WIFE comes home.” Azriel states, emphasizing the wife part as if I’m the drunken one.
“Okay I give up, I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight my love.” I say stealing a quick kiss from him that leaves him stuttering and blushing.
“Y-you just kissed me! That’s so rude, that’s-“ I close the door cutting off his rant. I go down the hall for our closet where we keep the extra blankets and pillows. I settle in our large and comfy couch that Azriel insisted on getting when we moved in. I’m now thankful he insisted. I start laughing recalling the night. Tonight was stressful but has shown me how loved I am. I have a male who’s loyal and kind. Even when he thought I was a stranger he wanted to walk me home so I wasn’t alone. I’m thankful to call him mine. I’m thankful to be his. I drift off to sleep with a soft smile, excited to tease him to no end in the morning for this stunt he pulled tonight.
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Sunlight enters my home, the warmth of it caressing my cheek. I nuzzle closer to the warmth when I realize it’s Azriel’s hand. He’s sitting on the floor, his hair is a mess and he’s laying his head down close to mine. His eyes look groggy and I can tell he didn’t have a good sleep.
“Where were you last night? I couldn’t sleep without you.” He whispers gently, as if the sound of his own voice made his head ache.
I start laughing loudly, Azriel flinching back and rubbing his head. I start laughing so hard I start crying. My mate looks at me unamused.
“I’m sorry my love. But you literally kicked me out of our bed and made me sleep here. You insisted.” I tell him, laughter seeping through my words.
His mouth drops down in shock. He’s still rubbing his head and I feel bad so I start massaging his scalp the way I know he likes. I gets himself up off the floor and into my awaiting arms. Azriel secretly loves being the small spoon so I baby him and rub down his back and up into his scalp. The mating bond compelling me to make sure he’s okay and loved.
I start recalling the night for him. Apparently after that eighth shot he completely blacked out. He doesn’t remember a single thing from last night past that point. He grumbles and hides his face in my neck. His words coming out muffled.
“I’m so sorry. I hate not being in control like that. I’m sorry for treating you like that.” He says while pressing kisses on my neck and he squeezes me even tighter.
“It’s okay, you’ve taken care of me plenty of times when I’m drunk. I’m glad you were having fun and it was really sweet of you to defend my honor and our bond even if it was me. I love you so much for it.” I tell him making sure his eyes were on me. I cradled his face, caressing the scars and stubble that reside there. He leans down to give me soft kiss once, twice, three times before he nuzzles his nose against mine.
Azriel may be hard to read, stoic, and cold to everyone else but here, in the privacy and intimacy of our home he’s lovable and soft. A privilege to be able to see this of side. The decades of trust and memories helping him become a more loving person.
“How are you feeling though?” I ask him, he groans and lays his head down.
“I feel like absolute death. Actually death would be more merciful than what I’m feeling now.” My mate, the dramatic. I go to move to make him some tea and a light meal for his tummy but he just holds me tighter.
“Just stay for a little longer, I finally feel better now that I’m with you.”
Who am I to resist and say no? So I settle in and relishbeing with my mate and husband. Enjoying a quiet morning after such a loud night.